Of Course They Know It's Christmas
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It's Christmastime; and there's every reason to be afraidAt Christmastime, we let the light love us and we banish shameDown our streets of plenty we can spread the smirk of moneyThrow your arms around a former bass guitaristWhose name you think is Chris at Christmastime

But ping your pennies at the other onesIn the long line outside the foodbankAs you drive loudly pastIn your silver BMWBecause it’s better than paying tax

At ChristmastimeIt gets hard, though not as hard as it used to, when you're having funWith a reupholstered former model who claims to be a cousinOf General Pinochet’s personal physicianThere's a world outside your triple-gazed PVC windowAnd it's a world of fear and hateWhere the only water flowing is the bitter stingOf an accountant from PengePeeing on rough sleepersBecause his train is late again

We could’ve kept our enormousMouths shut, or had the good tasteTo be found dead in suspiciousCircumstances at least a decade agoInstead we offerA bunch of rock stars who’d be forgottenIf it wasn’t for this old song

And the alarms that go off thereAre the clanging chimes of private propertyWell tonight thank Lucifer it's them instead of BonoAnd there will be ice in sleeping bags this ChristmastimeThe greatest gift they'll get this year is deathRemind them that it’s ChristmastimeIn case they missed the ads.